North, South, East, West

To the consolation of the mortal man        
Never to touch or kiss mystique ordained by the Creator’s hand        
Benediction mantras to the winds such fallacies to hammer of thy head          
The tabernacle of annihilation where Angels never fear to tread          
Wallowing in the entanglement conscious          
Wishing for the scented lavender of compassion, love, and beauty in my intellectual bed          
Rosary beads, amulets, crowns of grandeur, wings of regal crest          
The hands of sacredness upon a time I was uplifted to the skies          
Given back to the earth, Mother Nature’s echoes soothing the night from the wiles of a child          
My forebears inculcated in the universe coveted by compassion from my infant cries                 
            
To the winds of now          
My faith I solemnly bow          
Aeolus bend unto me before bringing the raging wind storms          
Ankhiale’s winds to keep humanity’s sheets warm          
Boreas’ heart instills the element frozen thy conscious in immorality’s cold          
I am the sacred scroll the Romans have concealed in vaults, yet, only God truly knows          
        
Rise my Titans shelter in nakedness the arrogance of the crooked spear’s tip          
No weapon formed against me shall ever prosper, it’s God’s gift          
Hieroglyphics never to bruise thy heel only to blinded by the silken cloth and entertain the fool          
Bowing in respect to the four winds of Heaven, nature only vengeful tools          
Eyes wide shut to be given the chance to have woven the angered winds of Boreas' fools              
The force of comfort, reason, ruins when the night resonates such wicked lullabies        
Peace be still upon the sovereign ordained from the skies          
No comfort of ‘reaping the whirlwind’ shall befall, or abide        
   
   
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